From: EMLN31B@prodigy.com (MS DARIA LITTLE)
Date: Sun, 18 Aug 1996 21:21:00, -0500
Subject: Phoenix Girls School # 8
This is a fictional that story involves spanking and teenage girls. If
that is not of interest or you are under eighteen, Please do not read.
This is number eight in the Phoenix Girls School series.
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PHOENIX GIRLS SCHOOL # 8
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As Bill Watson approached the cottage he heard the familiar sounds of a
spanking coming from the open window as the breeze pulled the curtains
out and gently waved them as if they were being pushed out into the
warm air by the sounds of the activity inside. ìWhat nowî he wondered,
ìwhich one was it now?î He knew that any of the three girls that he and
his young wife were responsible for were quite capable of having done
something to deserve a spanking and as a matter of fact quite often
did.
The sounds of the spanking became clearer and louder as he came closer,
he heard the steady sounds of a hand meeting a bare bottom the splat,
splat, splat along with the whimpers and cries. He was sure now, the
whimpers and tone of the crying gave up the fact to his practiced ear
that Jennifer was the latest spankee in the Watson cottage. ìWell that
was hardly a surpriseî he thought to himself and then reflected that no
matter which one it had been. Jennifer, Angie, or Tina he would not
have been surprised, it had been that kind of week.
He opened the door and shut it behind him and wearily took in the
scene. The first thing he noticed was that Angie was in the corner of
the room and watching, waiting her turn, and in the center of the room
was his wife with Jennifer across her knee. Jenniferís panties were at
her ankles, her short white school dress was draped over her back and
her feet were kicking as best they could under the circumstances and
the white panties blended in with the white school issue tennis shoes
she was wearing.
Her bottom was red and getting redder, clearly his wife was annoyed and
felt some serious spanking was in order. Bill as was his custom didnít
ask any questions or interfere, this spanking was all his wife Donnaís
project, as he wondered why she didnít spare her hand and use a paddle,
though she was proving quite effective if Jenniferís bouncing red
bottom was any indication.
Jenniferís long tan legs stretched straight out and then slowly lowered
to the floor and they seemed to dig in and then she curled her lower
legs slowly up again as he watched. When her legs got high enough to
interfere with the action Donna pushed them back down with the move of
an experienced spanker and continued the job at hand. Jenniferís long
blond hair was covering her head and flinging wildly as she shook her
head from side to side. With a final flurry of five spanks Jenniferís
punishment was over. She rose from Donnaís lap and stepped back and as
her short dress slid back down she bent over and pulled up her panties
and shuffled to the wall where Angie was waiting to be instructed.
ìOver hereî Said Donna speaking for the first time since Bill had
entered. ìRight nowî and with that the unhappy Angie went to Donnaís
side and without being told, reached under her dress and lowered her
panties and laid herself across Donnaís knees. Her dress was pulled up
revealing what Bill considered to be one of the more spankable bottoms
at the school. Her compact and full but not overly so bottom was framed
by the dress at her waist and her panties now at just below her bottom
cheeks. The contrast between the white of the clothing and her
amazingly tan backside was striking. ìWell sheíll get almost no
opportunity to sun her fanny at this schoolî Bill observed, ìthough if
her behavior doesnít improve it may well stay tanned.î His thought
process was interrupted by the sound of the first swat landing on
Angieís fanny. Bill watched as her bottom bounced with the impact, and
the small girl flinched and seemed to try and lower herself in her
spankers lap as if to avoid the impact of the spanking.
As soon as Donnaís hand pulled back for the next swat, it seemed that
an imprint of red appeared on Angieís bottom, but before Bill could
determine it this were a fact or merely an illusion the second and then
the third swats landed. ìYepî Bill thought ìThats doing it, getting red
now all right, no doubt about that.î The small girl was a youngish
looking fourteen and had arrived at the school only a few days before,
but was already proving to be a hand full, having gotten a spanking
from Bill on her first day there, indeed within one hour of their
introduction Bill had the young girl across his lap for a spanking.
ìAnd she had not seemed to learn a thing from the experienceî he
thought dryly.
Donna was proving once again that she was an expert at giving over the
knee spankings with her hand. Angie was now whimpering and trying to
struggle against the control Donna had over her, Donnaís hand took
Angieís right wrist and pulled her arm back to in effect immobilize the
child and with out missing more than a beat or two the spanking
resumed. The panties that once served to help frame her bottom slid
down her legs in spurts aided by her body movement and kicking.
SPLAT, SPLAT, SPLAT, SPLAT, SPLAT Donna was now in a rhythm and
the spanks were coming at a steady rate, the spanking was not fast but
a even pace designed to give Angie just enough time to fully experience
the last spank before another stinger arrived to bring a small yelp
from the girl.
Bill looked over at the freshly spanked Jennifer, who hand her hands
inside her panties and was rubbing her bottom as she watched Angieís
spanking through tear filled eyes with an intensity that suggested she
had never seen anything more interesting in her short life.
Angie was crying freely and no longer struggling, though as each spank
arrived she seemed to shudder and flinch at the impact. Then Donna
stopped and let Angieís wrist go and placed a hand on her shoulder to
help her up. Angie scurried to the wall, pulling up her panties and
struggling to wipe her tears away as she went.
With both of them at the wall, Donna went over and stood before them
and waited until Angie composed herself enough for a conversation.
ìGirls, is this sort of thing going to happen again?î Donna demanded in
a firm voice.
ìNo maíam, Ms. Watson.î sputtered Jennifer, who now had her hands out
of her panties and at her side.
ìAnd you Angie, will this happen again?î No, no way Iíll do as Iím
told, I promiseî came the anxious answer from the freshly spanked
Angie.
ìFine for now then. You two get back to the kitchen and do the dishes
as you were told, and when Iím satisfied you can go to your rooms, but
not before then, now scoot.î And with that the girls made for the
kitchen and their chores.
Donna turned to acknowledge her husband for the first time since he had
entered. ìHi dear, as you can see, weíve had an active afternoon here.î
He responded ìI see you indeed have.î
After a few more words that were somewhat restrained by the presence of
the girls, Bill went to the kitchen and got a soda and watched as the
girls tried to act as normal as possible and finish their chore so they
could retreat for a few minutes to freshen up before dinner and study
time.
ìBy the way Daria brought our new girl by earlier.î Donna said as she
arrived in the kitchen beginning her inspection. ìSeems sheís going to
be a handful, she got paddled by Mr. Robbins during her orientation.
She has quite a record to work off. Her name is Jenny, so now we have a
Jennifer and a Jenny.î
Donna picked up a wooden spoon as the girls were putting the dishes
away and stood behind Jennifer. ìThough hopefully she will be more
careful with dishes than Jennifer.î and with that Donna took a dish
down from the shelf where Jennifer had just placed it and turned it
over in front of the girl exposing a large dirty area.
Donna took Jenniferís left hand and placed it on the counter, and
flipped up the back of her dress, Jennifer knowing what was expected
put her right hand on the counter and with a sigh, bent forward. The
large wood spoon connected solidly with the girlís sore seat, she
yelped and raised up on her feet and then back down again. Four more
swats of the effective spoon on Jenniferís tail and the girls were told
to go to their rooms.
A few seconds later, Bill went to answer the door, as he opened it, he
said ìWhy hello Dariaî and looking at the girl beside her said. ì and
you must be Jenny Walters? Am I right?î The girl looked at him with an
unhappy face and nodded her head in the affirmative. ìThis is Jenny
all right and I think weíd better talk before I go, may we come in Mr.
Watson?î Daria asked.
ìOf course, of course, sorry didnít mean to keep you standing out
there.î Bill said quickly stepping aside and waving the girls in. ìWhat
do we need to talk about, Dariaî Bill asked his curiosity now aroused.
ìTell him Jenny. itís better if it comes from you.î Daria told the
unhappy girl. ìItís what we agreed on.î
Jenny shuffled her feet and looked at the floor and started crying,
clearly upset and very unhappy. Daria spoke ìSheís had a rather rough
day, she started with a serious attitude and got Paddled pretty good by
Mr. Robbins and then she had a problem with one of her teachers.î Daria
looked at the girl again and continued. ìThe teacher wanted to send her
to Mr. Robbins but he is gone for the afternoon, so I was able to
convince her to let you handle the discipline, Iíve explained to Jenny
that you and Mrs. Watson are strict, but anything is better than a
second paddling tonight when Mr. Robbins returns.
ìNow tell Mr. Watson, Jenny right now.î Daria said firmly knowing that
the sooner the matter was taken care of the better it would be for
Jenny.
Jenny shuffled her feet some more and each hand grabbed a handful of
dress and squeezed tightly, summing up her courage she looked up and
said to Mr. Watson. ìI called the teacher a name, I didnít mean too but
I called her a bitch in front of the whole class. Iím sorry I really
didnít mean to but she kept asking me questions and I didnít want to
answer, why couldnít she just leave me alone?î
And with that Daria saidí Thatís the way it was explained to me too,
well I guess Iíll be going now, Jenny you are with good people that
care about you, I suggest you listen to them.î Jenny tried to smile at
Daria as she said this and said ìThanks for trying to help.î ìno
prob.î and with that Daria was out the door, relived that she had not
been asked to stay, she witnessed too many spankings around the school
to want to stay for any more than necessary. They always made her
nervous.
ìTwo spankings in one day, thatís quite a start young lady.î Bill said
firmly looking at his new charge. ìNo sir, I was only spanked once
today.î she replied, embarrassed to be discussing spankings with a
strange man, in a new house. As she wondered to herself ìWas it only
yesterday that I was in New Jersey listening to the judge tell me that
I was going away to school, strange seems like a hundred years ago.î
ìOne so far, Jenny. I intend to spank you for your behavior in class,
we never let disobedience go unanswered here at this school.î Jenny
glanced up and then back down at the floor and could only think to say
ìOhî.
At that Moment Donna came into the room, having meet Jenny earlier, she
nodded her hello and then spoke to Bill. ìyouíll have to take care of
this one dear, my hand is tired and Iím busy with dinner,î and
disappeared to the kitchen.
Taking Jenny by the hand Bill spoke calmly and in as friendly a manner
as he could in a effort to make the situation as easy as he could under
the circumstances. ìAnd now is as good a time as any.î With the he led
young Jenny who only resisted slightly then went docilely with him.
They entered a bedroom, Jenny recognized some of the things on one of
the two beds as the school issue clothing she had received earlier in
the day and correctly guessed that this was to be her room.
As she stood quietly in the center of the room unsure what to do, Bill
pulled out a chair and sat down and with out a word pulled the girl to
his side. She went not resisting over his knee. To Jenny there was a
feeling of unreality almost as if this were happening to someone else.
She felt her dress being pulled up and then his fingers in the waist
band of her panties. She shuddered at his touch and pulled her legs
close together to make the removal harder and protect her modesty.
Bill no stranger to such practices was not even slowed down and soon
her panties were no longer a factor in protecting her bottom.
ìYou did get paddled pretty good, didnít you?î Bill observed looking at
the red marks on her bottom from her earlier meeting with Mr. Robbins.
Jenny was silent.
SPLAT, ìI asked you a question, young lady, please have the grace to
answer when you are spoken to.î ìYes sirî Jenny sputtered ìIím sorry,
yes I was paddled very hard.î ìBetter, thank you for answering, please
remember in the future that I expect answers to questions.î SPLAT,
SPLAT, SPLAT, SPLAT now with five firm swats Bill stopped for a second
to see the effect of his spanking. The girl was gripping his pants legs
and pulling trying with all her strength to maintain her position as
the spanking started. Bill didnít want to over due the spanking on an
already sore bottom and decided to administer only a moderate spanking
which he figured would be quite sufficient under the circumstances.
He placed his hand on her bottom gently and then raised it looking at
the imprint his hand made, the color change and the redness on her
bottom, he repeated this a few times in each instance placing his hand
more firmly and then releasing it. Now satisfied, and based on a great
deal of spanking experience and young ladies bare bottoms he knew how
much more of a spanking was fair.
ìFifteen more, Thats all.î He thought to himself.
SPLAT, SPLAT, ìOOWWwwî SPLAT, SPLAT ìAAAiiieeî SPLAT.
SPLAT, SMACK, ìOh Oh Ohî SPLAT ìOOOOUUUcchî SMACK, SMACK.
The sounds of hand meeting bare bottom filled and echoed through the
small bedroom. Jenny was wiggling her bottom with each of the spanks
and moderately kicking her legs, ì I think sheís going to tear my
pantsî Bill thought to himself with a small smile.
SMACK, ìOOOOOhhhî SPLAT, ìAiiieeeî CRACK, SMACK ìSORRY, SORRY
Iím SORRYî SPANK.
The girl lay across his lap with her death grip on his pants legs, she
became aware that it had seemed to stop, and she felt her panties being
pulled up. With a hand on her shoulder she was helped up and stood
before Bill, who gave her a hug and said. ìWelcome to the family, The
restroom is down the hall, you may clean up. Dinner is at six, donít be
late youíll want to meet your new sisters.î and with that he was gone.
Jenny rubbed her bottom and tried to compose herself. A few minutes
later she was looking at her very red bottom in the restroom mirror,
amazed that it could be so red and how very much it had hurt to get it
so red. ìThis place sucksî she thought to herself, and then ìBut I
think Iíll not say that to anyone that can hear meî
Promptly at six, she shyly went into the living area and saw the other
girls, the first thought that popped into her mind was ìWow these girls
are all beautifulî She knew from her classes earlier that the school
had a normal mixture of girls, some pretty some not as pretty, but
these girls, well that was a different matter, she felt a bit envious.
The introductions were made and the other girls hugged her and tried to
make her feel welcome. As they sat down to dinner, she noticed that two
of the girls had thought to bring small pillows to sit on, and she
wished she had done the same. ìMaybe itís just because theyíre short
and they need something to sit onî She thought to herself, but when she
saw Jennifer wince when she bent forward to pass something she knew
that she had not been the only one spanked that day.
ìWhat a place, I have to get out of here.î she thought to herself. ìI
wonder if any of them feel the same.î Looking at the others she
promised herself that tomorrow she would try and find out.